Certified Vet

[Intro]

Yeah (Yung Lan on the track)

It's a must I keep it real, you know

That's how I came up (Pharaoh, why you had to do it to 'em?)

(Hundred bands for a kilo, ni***)

[Chorus]

I'm in the studio right now, ni***, me, By, and Pimp

They know that I'ma keep it real until my last breath

I see the police to the right so I'ma bust a left

Before you bust that brick open, you better know who else there

Because them fake street ni***s send 'em to your step

They givin' ni***s twenty years for that gang you rep

That gang charge in effect, the judge'll disrespect

Been in the streets my whole life, a certified vet

[Verse 1]

I never had a nine-to-five or sold a nine for five

For five years they took my license, but I still drive

Trafficking four-four, whatever to survive

My lil' cousin caught a forty, that's a long ride

I drove to IO by myself, yeah, that's a long drive

I made like forty-five within four hours time

I stayed in over-grind, and now I over-shine

Road runner, I done crossed every state line

[Pre-Chorus]

Every day I pray to God, why I run these streets

Tryna stay away from the opps 'cause they don't want me to eat

And I ain't been back to the hood since the feds did a sweep

The only rapper rap 'bout money, so I motivate me

[Chorus]

I'm in the studio right now, ni***, me, By, and Pimp

They know that I'ma keep it real until my last breath

I see the police to the right so I'ma bust a left

Before you bust that brick open, you better know who else there

Because them fake street ni***s send 'em to your step

They givin' ni***s twenty years for that gang you rep

That gang charge in effect, the judge'll disrespect

Been in the streets my whole life, a certified vet

[Verse 2]

I went down to zero and now I'm smarter with money

Now I got a couple tickets, I ain't gon' f*** up this money

I went on a lick with Ticket when I was struggling, hungry

I look at you as a lick if I don't consider you my homie

This the streets and ni***s feel the same way about me

I'm a beast, you a leech, you tryna triple cross me

You a B, he a C, and I'm just BMG

I told the label I'm writin' my contract if you wanna sign me

[Pre-Chorus]

Every day I pray to God, why I run these streets

Tryna stay away from the opps 'cause they don't want me to eat

And I ain't been back to the hood since the feds did a sweep

The only rapper rap 'bout money, so I motivate me

[Chorus]

I'm in the studio right now, ni***, me, By, and Pimp

They know that I'ma keep it real until my last breath

I see the police to the right so I'ma bust a left

Before you bust that brick open, you better know who else there

Because them fake street ni***s send 'em to your step

They givin' ni***s twenty years for that gang you rep

That gang charge in effect, the judge'll disrespect

Been in the streets my whole life, a certified vet